Until the light snow drifts down
Descending into the faraway sea
It wasn't until my two feet could no longer move
Did I think of leaving
Until you say you will not return
Until I say "serves you right"
Once you're relieved of the burden of your affection
Perhaps you will believe in love

You are a thousand mounds of snow
I am a long street
I fear that when the sun rises
We'll go our separate ways
I watch the butterfly fail to traverse the heavens
Anyone has the right not to understand
(Last time: We can only blame the swiftness of time)

You are a letter
I am the postman
The last pair of feet
Trampling through the dust
I've been too busy delivering
Didn't have time to tear it open
[And expose] the perfect world inside

I misread the hotel sign
I failed to recognize the street I wanted to scour
I want to keep the cold serving of take-out
How could I just toss it anywhere?

It doesn't have our guitar chords
But it does have the harmony of our ending
Yellow leaves fly far from our fate
In the end we can only say goodbye